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Originally Posted by KazzaX
Just remind yourself that your T is some dude you dont really even know from a bar of soap. Some anonymous person (like us here on the internet). He is not allowed to tell anyone what you tell him (unless you are threatening to harm youself or others), and if he does break that rule then you can sue the pants off him. That is a LOT of reassurance right there!  That is the way I get myself to tell them things. |
It's not that I'm afraid he'll tell.... It's just that he's a real person. Internet people are so anonymous. You don't know where they live. You don't know their real name. You usually don't know what they look like. But you can find comfort in, hey, they experienced and got through the same thing, and that sort of thing. But he's *real*. He sits on a couch and looks at me and sometimes interrupts my train of thought and even if he is really trustworthy, I always feel like when he's quiet he must be analyzing me. Because you know that's his job. And of course I want his advice. I came to him because I have problems I don't know how to fix. But I always feel like behind his calm demeanor (and this goes with all the therapists I've been to actually) he's actually think wow, this girl is batshit crazy. Or he's compiling a mental list of disorders, which sounds worse.